Trusting Desire

Chapter Four

Mimi's P.O.V.

Roger Davis has been my friend since I moved into my loft three years ago, we have both changed a lot during that time. We've both been through a lot. Roger, when I met him, was the pretty boy frontman of the Well Hungarians. A smooth-talking, druggie, rock star sleeping with every person who was willing. I was younger, more innocent when I moved here. I had never even heard of half the thongs that Roger had known since he was five or six. Like heroin, not that Roger introduced me to any of that. As a matter of fact, he did everything he could to stop me, and now that I'm caught in addiction, he tries to help me get clean. It was work that pulled me into the drug world.

That's why I don't want Mark there, Mark is the same age I was when I first came here. He is so kind and innocent, he has dreams, he is the perfect prey for this city. That's also why I think putting Mark with Roger is a good idea, Roger is a good guy who knows how dangerous this city is, he will protect Mark like he tries to protect me. They have been living together for a month now and I assume it has gone well so far, neither has come bitching to me. In fact, they invited me over for dinner tonight because they both have the night off.

I knock on Roger's door.

"Mimi!" Mark answers and hugs me, I love when Mark hugs me because it always feels like he never wants to let go.

"Hey," we pull out of our hug and I follow him into the loft, I'm surprised to see how clean it is. Roger never cleaned before, "It's really nice in her."

"Yeah," Mark shrugs and laughs, "Roger's a total clean freak."

I look at him confused but he just walks over to Roger's bedroom door and knocks, "Hey Rog, Mimi's here."

Roger comes out in a black, button-up shirt, tucked into jeans, and his hair is brushed and everything, "Hey," I say as I walk over and hug him, "You look...nice."

Roger shrugs and looks away, his face blushes slightly.

I look at Mark to see if he is just as confused but he is busy in the kitchen, why is Roger acting so different? Cleaning? Dressing in anything other than a t-shirt and ripped jeans? I look back at Roger and find him staring at Mark. Suddenly everything clicks. Roger has feelings for Mark.

"Hey, Mimi, guess what!" Mark says from the kitchen, making both me and Roger jump.

"What?" I smile at him and join him in the kitchen.

"Roger got me a job at the bar," I look over at Roger who is looking anywhere but at me, "he said it might be better than the club, you know pay wise. And we are home at the same time more often now."

"Oh, that's awesome!" I tell him.

"Yeah, Roger has been showing me how to play guitar."

"He lets you play his guitar?" Roger's face is bright red.

"Yeah," Mark pulls a pan off the stove and pours the contents into a bowl, "and sometimes he lets me show him how to cook stuff."

"Sounds fun," I turn to Roger, "seems like you guys are good roommates, huh Roger?"

He nods, Mark seems confused by Roger's quietness, "Is everything okay?" Mark asks him.

"Yeah, do you want me to set the table?"

Mark smiles and nods at Roger and he quickly makes his way to the kitchen so Mark doesn't see him blush again.

I left Roger's loft around seven after failing to convince Mark to let me help him clean up, I could tell as much as Roger loves me, he was waiting for me to leave. Roger and Mark are good guys, they deserve the love and happiness they can offer each other, I hope they figure it the fuck out.